Chapter Eight
MADISON
How did the rest of that night go?
I had a decent meal and listened to Gary talk about selling insurance.
Behind me I had to endure the comedy hour of Maverick.
His airhead of a date giggled at everything he said. And with each sip of her drink, she got louder.
At the end of the date, I told Gary I was cramping. That it was my time of the month. All I had to do was mention the wordtamponand he almost jumped out of the car while it was still moving.
So that took care of him.
Once in my apartment, I washed up, changed into my pajamas and climbed into bed.
Now falling asleep was a whole other issue.
It wasn’t my business, but I wondered if Maverick was going to keep to his word.
I wondered if he was going to sleep with his date or not.
I played my part in this, right?
I sent Gary packing.
Now I kind of wanted to know that Maverick did the same.
Because the thought of that woman he was with and her giggling… her little perky body and boobs bouncing…
Eventually I did manage to fall asleep.
When I woke up the next morning, I almost had a hangover feeling.
Probably from thinking way too much.
I shuffled my way from my bed to the couch.
I still had a couple hours to relax before my day had to start.
Or so I thought.
I heard banging on my apartment door and I groaned.
“It’s Zoe! I need your help! Open up! Don’t make me find my spare key! I brought coffee and food!”
I threw the blanket off my body and unlocked the door for Zoe.
She handed me a huge coffee. “There. Payment for bothering you.”
“Food?” I asked.
“Greasiest stuff I could find,” she said.
“What’s wrong?”
“Need your thoughts on a song,” she said.